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Fun Lovin' Criminals

Take Me Back

Take me back to the man who never gave a

damn, coolin' on the corner with a coolie in

his hand. He jump up, they got two, they

call it General Electric, pushin' germ on the

street, and gettin' affected. He was older

than y'all, we called him seventy-three,

pitched up, cracked up, one time with me.

And he never gave a damn about a cop, but

they all knew his name when we got locked

up.

Take me back...

If anybody wants to sell some crack, and

everybody here has got your back, do these

stardust dreams seem obscene, if god and

country left you flat. Cocaine and sneakers,

hundreds of both, throw your money on the

fire, and you turn up toast. Shell-toes and

Lee's, BVD's and freeze, these are a few of

my favorite things.

Take me back...